I went to the beach to free my thoughts

Ran down the dry burning sand to wet my feet

Somehow I feel myself again

The buildup stress and fights at home

I urge the release of the accumulated rocks I hold in my back

I went to the beach to free my thoughts

My skin tingles from the rushing ice cold wave that brushed against me

Salt cleanses and cures my open bleeding wounds

Somehow I feel myself again

The vast naked ocean seems tranquil and alive

My breath retreats to its usual melancholic beat

I went to the beach to free my thoughts

Lost in the rhythmic pounding of the full tide

The last shy, tangerine rays, hide on the ocean’s back

Somehow I feel myself again

The moon rises from behind me, signaling my return home

I try to sweeten the salty taste I’m walking back to

I went to the beach to free my thoughts

Somehow I felt myself again